I stay still, letting the cold freeze my sadness.

I stay still, letting the rain out cold my fears and mistakes.

I stay still, letting the rain pour away my maleficence with it,

I stay still, despite feeling the shivers of warnings,

I stay still, not wanting to be near anything that is lit.

I stay still, feeling my deplores and traumas hanging by my fingertips.

I stay still, letting the melancholia of the rain mix with mine.

I stay still, even after hearing the thunder roar an anger of mine.

But why didn't I stand still when the edge of the cliff, the silent dark night of enigma, called my name.